"It smells so good... I didn't expect that silly boy could be so good at making soup."
The little fox twitched its nose and wanted to dive into the pot.
"I'm very good at these soupy things."
Wang Jin smiled and looked at the little fox being burned while drinking soup, haha.
"Let's stay a few more days."
Song He hesitated to speak, with a hint of reluctance on his dark face.
"Have the villagers been appeased?"
Wang Jin did not answer, but asked.
In fact, most villagers already had suspicions after they found out that the dark clouds had dispersed.
When Song He appeared in front of them intact, the truth became even more self-evident.
The death curse that has plagued Huajiang Village for seventeen years has been broken.
Their world is no longer just this small fishing village.
There are countless salted fish and eggs in Songhe's yard.
These villagers were embarrassed to thank Wang Jin, but they still maintained the most basic etiquette.
Wang Jin ignored them and silently turned these things into tonight's main course.
"alright."
Song He nodded.
"They organized a beautiful funeral for my father and Shui Sheng."
"My dad is a lively person, so he is probably quite happy."
With a smile on his dark face, Song He reached out and patted Wang Jin on the shoulder.
"Thanks, brother."
"I want to thank you too."
Wang Jin smiled and nodded, holding the bone snake in his pocket.
Maybe it was because Mrs. Hu Si did something, this thing is very honest now.
Xiaobai grave.
With this thing, the Liu family's attitude will change.
Wang Jin returned to Jiuchun's battlefield with more confidence.
"Have you decided where to go in the future?"
Wang Jin stuffed Xiaobaifen deep into his pocket and asked.
Song Paitou died, and so did Liu Shuisheng.
Only Xiaohua and Song He were left to depend on each other.
Even if the Immortal Bone will no longer be responded to, Song He is still the only Dragon Immortal disciple in the world.
Xiaohua is incredibly smart and mature.
It would be a pity to have them locked up in a fishing village for the rest of their lives.
"I can't do anything but fish, so I can only stay here."
Song He smiled.
"My father has lived here all his life, and I want to stay too."
"The leaders are all in Chenjiaweizi. You can meet them anytime you want."
"Not so lonely."
"It's a little flower..."
Song He stared at the little girl who was blowing into the soup bowl seriously, and was speechless for a moment.
"When she grows older, she can be sent to my place."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.
"Of course, it depends on whether she is willing."
"We'll talk about it later, don't be in a hurry."
“…”
Song He looked at Wang Jin with a complicated expression and didn't think of what to say for a long time.
This guy is good at everything, but he is a... what is he?
"What's your name?"
Wang Jin didn't know what Song He was thinking.
He glanced at Xiaohua and asked.
The latter was stunned and looked at Wang Jin.
Then he responded timidly.
"Huajiang."
"The name is the same as the village. My father thinks this little guy can live to the end."
Song He scratched his head and responded with a smile.
"Good name."
Wang Jin nodded slowly and stopped talking.
There was a sound of wind in my ears.
There was also the noisy sound of propellers and walkie-talkies.
The command bureau came and went, seeming to inspect the bombed areas.
Wang Jin did not take the initiative to show his presence, but silently lowered his head and drank the soup.
Xingkong used the excuse that she couldn't swim and made it clear that she didn't know what was going on underwater.
Who believes it?
Wang Jin believes it.
He has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.
Some things are not suitable to be stated clearly; they will only become tacit secrets among wise people.
The campfire crackled and the chirping of insects rose and fell erratically.
Wang Jin closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of this small fishing village.
Think of it as a rare break.
Snap.
The little fox, who had eaten and drank enough, jumped into Wang Jin's arms and huddled up.
The world gradually fell silent.
Beautiful and peaceful night.
——
the next day.
station.
Wang Jin refused Song He's request to see him off and embarked on his return journey with Hu Xiaobei.
Unfortunately, he stopped as soon as he reached the station.
The cordon was so thick that it made anyone’s scalp numb when looking at it.
It seemed as if a large-scale serial murder case or some gang fight had occurred here.
Of course, the trains stopped running.
The white-haired boy and the white-haired girl sighed at the same time, with the same helpless expressions on their faces.
They have a tacit understanding like one person.
"Let me guess..."
Hu Xiaobei puffed up his cheeks and turned to look at Wang Jin.
"It couldn't have been done by an idiot, right?"
"Who else could be shopping in public but him?"
Wang Jin sighed.
That wasn't what surprised him.
It's about the bureau's land-washing efficiency.
It's been a while since I've been here.
Even if Wang Jin couldn't notice the change of time, he still knew that more than one day had passed.
Instead, the governing bureau did nothing and allowed the matter to ferment.
Something is wrong.
Crunch——
The darkened Lincoln was parked in front of it, and the windows were slowly lowered.
Showing that half-dead face.
It seems like I have been staying up late since I was born, and at the same time insisting on smoking and drinking.
My hobby is to wander on the edge of sudden death and play chess with the Lord of Hell from time to time.
This unique fucking temperament can only be possessed by that person.
Bureau cadre, Ma Yao.
Wang Jin smiled and dragged Hu Xiaobei into the car.
"well."
The car started slowly, Ma Yao took his hands off the steering wheel and lay stretched out in the driver's seat.
"well."
He opened his mouth, but didn't speak. He just sighed heavily again.
Wang Jin looked at him with a strange expression.
"well…"
Ma Yao wanted to sigh for the third time, but Wang Jin stared back.
He slowly sat up and turned on the car screen.
It's a video.
In the video, a man wearing a costume kept waving at the camera, shouting that he was wronged.
There are words beside the video.
"What a joy! The serial murderer on a rainy night was arrested within seventy-two hours of committing the crime!"
"Heroic policeman! Still not afraid of the sacrifice of his comrades, he catches the murderer with his bare hands!"
The font is very exaggerated, and it makes the helpless face of the playboy extremely funny.
As soon as the scene changed, the reporter was holding the microphone, crackling something, and then handed the microphone over.
"Let us thank this brave police comrade."
Then Wei Shan's face appeared on the big screen.
He seemed a little uncomfortable with the current situation and stuttered a bit in his speech.
Snap.
Ma Yao paused the big screen and looked at Wang Jin with extremely fucked eyes.
"Someone is going to lose his job."
The latter shrugged, as if it didn't matter to him.
Wang Jin is very vindictive.
He has been on the hot search twice because of Ma Yao.
This time I want to overpower Wei Shan who is in the limelight...
Wang Jin really had no choice.
Unless he is currently involved in an affair with Hu Huo and dies at the speed of light, there will be a wave of love affairs between humans and ghosts.
Otherwise, even the gods will not be able to save him.
"Tsk, you are not kind."
Ma Yao reached out and tugged on his tie and spoke helplessly.
"Don't worry, I don't plan to ask you to block the gun this time, I'm just giving you a reminder."
"In the world of ghost stories, it is normal for people to die in fights."
"Even the organizations that lost members didn't say anything. They were doing the aftermath work as usual and paid out money to those who deserved it."
Ma Yao's voice suddenly worsened and became impassioned.
"This guy named Wei Shan is a complete idiot!"
"He doesn't understand the boundaries between ghost stories and humans at all, so he just went to the media to tell the media about mixed-race murders without saying a word."
"I'm so determined to kill him, damn it."
Ma Yao clenched his teeth and made a rattling sound.
"Then let's do it."
"You also said that death is not uncommon in the world of ghost stories."
Wang Jin grinned, showing a malicious smile.
"Tried."
Ma Yao pointed at his face.
He was extremely haggard.
"You will never imagine what I have experienced along the way."
"There has to be a limit to what people can do to you... Damn it."
Ma Yao sighed, picked up the thermos cup he carried with him and took a sip.
Bang!
He suddenly threw out the thermos cup and pointed it at his mouth to Wang Jin.
"You see, drinking cold water can really seal your teeth."
Ma Yao angrily put his fingers into his mouth and stirred things up.
Bang.
Dentures fall out.
Ma Yao didn't react and swallowed it in one gulp.
"grass!!!"
The man looked up to the sky and roared.
Those were artificial teeth that he spent a lot of money to make, saving them for future blind dates.
Even if I could take it out now... the taste wouldn't be right.
"Huh...calm down, what I get is not a salary, it's a hush money."
Ma Yao tried his best to calm down.
After his breathing stabilized, he turned to look at Wang Jin.
"Jiuchun is your territory, do you have any clues?"
Creak, creak.
The man pointed at the policeman on the big screen and scratched his nails back and forth on it, as if he was in a daze.
"Is this the feeling of good fortune?"
Wang Jin touched his chin and looked at Wei Shan.
He asked the members of the congregation to pay attention to the police's actions at all times.
After all, it is one of the ten evils and should not be taken lightly.
But it was only a few days before Wang Jin retrieved Xiaobai's tomb.
Wei Shanjiu became prosperous and transformed from an ordinary film policeman into a hero.
Of course, Wang Jin thought of himself.
Before and after he accompanied Shi Baibai to buy a car, he met a bunch of inexplicable people.
It's like they are rushing to give themselves money, rushing one after another without knowing what is good or bad.
Even Jin Jin, the boss of the restaurant, gave himself Huang Xian's token.
Everything went smoothly, even a little strangely.
In those few hours, Wang Jin truly experienced the joy of luck.
Wei Shan's current state is very similar to Wang Jin's at that time.
It's just that he's more serious.
The only thing in common…
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, and that foolish young man flashed in his mind.
Chi'er was picked up and taken home by Wei Shan.
And on the way to buy a car, I talked to that kid.